Saddest Letters Novels & Stories

A smile instantly graced his face at the sight of crayoned handwriting, the spelling errors and backwards letters stretching it wider. ‘Deer Alex, mommy is helping write this letter coz I still cant rit nicely. I miss u and so does mom. Every1 is supper nice nd I can figt. I hope 2 see u soon. Lov u’ Alex let his finger run over the big heart sitting at the end of the letter, reading over it a bunch of times. He really missed his mum and Jamie. The last he’d seen from them was at his funeral and that time was fleeting. “I wonder when I can go see her,” Alex sighed, folding the paper, tucking it into his pocket.

I took the letter from his hands, my fingers briefly brushing his, before tearing it open. As I read the words, my heart raced. The letter was formal, yet there was a sense of finality in the words that made my stomach tighten. “I’m sorry I can’t be there,” the letter began. “But just so you know, I have someone precious from you. Someone you’ll never get back.” I froze. My breath caught in my throat as I reread the sentence. Aiden… What did he mean?! I looked up to ask the representatives more questions, but they were gone.

I’ve seen you grow, watched from the sidelines, and every moment has been a testament to your resilience. There’s a code, one that I hope will help you on this quest. It’s 231784. Guard it, for it may unlock paths unforeseen. All my love, Aunt Gertrude” I felt a tear roll down my cheek, dropping onto the letter, smudging the ink. Another followed, and another, until the paper was damp with my grief. I clutched the letter close, my hands shaking, the weight of my Aunt’s love, sacrifices, and secrets pressing down on my heart.

I kept on munching, and munching even though my stomach felt full. We had paired it up with sweet apple cider, while the kids had plain apple juice. “You know, Lucas. That letter was fake.” Sadie said, slowly. “What?” Lucas asked, in shock. What letter? I asked myself, hoping it didn’t have anything to do with me.

I said as my mom rushed to my side, picking Lorraine from my arms as she cradled her. “My baby, my baby" My mom sang to her, rocking her in her arms as the tears flowed freely. “She left this…” Mayan-Odette said, handing a letter to me as everyone gathered close to read its contents. Lorraine was the twin with the finer handwriting, Her beautiful writing spread onto the page, making me imagine her holding a pen with a cheeky smile and writing. “If you're reading this, it means I'm long gone. I'm sorry everyone, I'm genuinely sorry but I can't take it anymore, it hurts it hurts so bad even my wolf cannot fight it.

Sabrina By the time I had finished reading Sabrina's letter, it was like a weight was being lifted. A weight of the deep sadness I was feeling from her loss. She was still here with me in some way, and I had to let Lori and Adam see this letter. It will possibly help them too. I opened the second letter and my heart almost dropped as I recognized my mother's handwriting. My beautiful daughter

It had my name scribbled on it. Picking it up from the table, I unwrapped an opened it. A letter. It was a letter. Weird. Who still writes letters and waybill them these days? "Dear sir, I wish you a day filled with joy, smile and laughter. I know I won't be able to stop or end the pain you're feeling. I only wish I can. You're as important to me as even my own life. And that's why I must encourage you to please move forward. Stop hurting and try to get better. Remember, there's someone here looking up to you; me. I miss you so much. Love you xoxo.

My locker stands out because I painted it with the Sakura tree… Nonna’s favorite tree. Letters in different sizes spilled out from my locker when I hauled it open, mostly white and light purple. I opened one after the other; it said the same thing from different people with different cursive handwritings. ‘Sorry for your loss.’ I didn’t want to be popular. I knew it meant that almost everyone would be nosy about my life. Before the tragedy, I took it in a good way… now it felt suffocating. Gathering all the letters in my hand, I shoved them into my backpack, took my English Lit book, docked my head and headed to my first class.

All the sadness and pain I saw, crushed me like a giant wave consuming every last bit of my soul. Some how amongst all the tears and gasping for the air my lungs despertaley yurned for, I was able to speak three tiny words " Ian, I'm sorry." I whsipered. His hold on me tightened as he pulled me closer, setting me onto his lap. My bedroom was drowned in heartache as Michelle and Shawns muffled cries bounced off the walls joining Ian and I in our sorrow. Time seemd to slow down in these seconds as Ian and I held each other desperately. I was afraid of what this might mean for us. Would we still be able to be friends or would jealousy rule our hearts, knowinng what we once ment to each other. W

That's when you need each other most. The company, the money, the legacy—none of it matters more than this. You two matter. Your bond matters. Whatever happens, whatever you face, remember: you're my sons. Both of you. Always. I love you. Dad The letter slipped from Damian's fingers. He pressed his palms against his eyes, but it was useless. The tears came anyway—hot, unstoppable, months of grief finally breaking through. He felt Roman's arm around his shoulders, and then they were both crying, clutching each other like they hadn't since they were children. All the walls, all the anger, all the distance between them crumbled.